Secret Santa Gift Exchange! Novels & Stories

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

Completely unfair. His eyes found mine across the room. He smiled. My stomach did that stupid flip thing it always did. "Okay, everyone sit!" Sophie commanded. "Maya, you're here between me and Dad. Mom, you're on the other couch with Melissa and Jason." I sat where directed. Derek sat next to me, close enough that our arms touched. Neither of us moved away. Sophie started distributing presents with elaborate ceremony. Each gift came with a story or a memory. This sweater was from the year she was ten. This ornament was from their first Christmas in the estate.

About upsetting Santa, I think I already have, otherwise why would he give me a divorce paper as my wedding anniversary gift and also a Christmas gift. “Fine,” I mumble, and roll my eyes. “Okay then. See you,” he says, walking to the door. “Hey Sarah…” he turns to me with his hand on the doorknob. “Merry Christmas,” he says. “Ummm, Merry…Merry Christmas.”

"The night's not over yet, Santa. I want my real present before we sleep." I chuckled low, my cock already twitching under the sheets despite the exhaustion. "Babe, we've been partying since noon. You sure you don't wanna save this for Christmas morning? Ho ho ho and all that." She pouted, but it was all fire, her hand diving straight under the waistband of my boxers, fingers wrapping around my thickening shaft with a firm, teasing squeeze. "Nah, this is Christmas Eve special delivery. You've been eyeing my ass all night under that mistletoe. Time to unwrap your naughty elf." She stroked me slow, thumb circling the head where pre-cum was already beading, her breath hot against my neck as she

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

TKs, their restaurant was dressed in gold and green, fairy lights coiling around the windows like they were trying to catch the last bit of magic before the year closed. Nicholas sat sandwiched between Anna and Steve, the air filled with the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey. Their table sparkled with wrapped boxes—big, small, and oddly shaped. This wasn’t just dinner. It was their unofficial Christmas, weeks early. Steve leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Merry early Christmas, everyone! Well, since none of us will be in town for Christmas, we’re doing it now. The first-ever ‘Heirs’ Christmas exchange.”

Santa stood on our balcony, a sack slung over his shoulder. “Ho, ho—” he chuckled, then cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good evening.” “Who's that?” Mama's voice came from behind me. She appeared at my side—Oluchi right behind her. “Look!” Oluchi clapped. “It's Santa.” “Oh! Santa?” Mama exclaimed, surprised laughter spilling out of her. The man smiled politely, reaching into his sack. “These are for you,” he said, handing each of them a big box. Mama accepted the gift, still amused, still surprised. “Ah, thank you. This is unexpected.”

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

I said. Drew smiled, looking relieved. "Great," he said. "I'll start making a list of things we need to do to get ready." I nodded, feeling happy and content. "Sounds like a plan," I said. “We should have a secret Santa gift exchange!" I exclaimed and looked at Drew to get his approval. “That would definitely be lovely, but I just thought of something else.” He said. “What?” “Since your grandparents and family would be joining us for Christmas celebration, how about we invite them during the day and go out for dinner with Nicholas and Nessa, it would be a double date.” He explained.

The fact that they were peeking around a sequined Christmas tree with pointy ice crystal ornaments only added to the whole disconcertingly ominous picture. “You’re going to make kids afraid of Santa’s helpers,” Meghan said, smacking her brother. “Parents will be investing in therapy instead of building blocks.” “What do you think?” James asked Starlight, pointing at his sweater. Starlight grimaced. “It’s kinda… creepy.” James laughed. “Runner-up,” Elijah said. “But I’ll give you an A for effort.” She took in Elijah’s sweater. Dark green with wide red stitching at the collar and cuffs, a googly-eyed reindeer head smiled at her. Not only did Rudolf’s nose glow brightly, but its antlers were de